coming up on fresh air

The problem is, I get this feeling and I don’t know how to put it into words. does that make me a bad writer? I want to write about that feeling I get when I close my eyes and take a deep breath and about the rapturous coolness that flows through my body and gives me the chills. Standing outside staring into an endless oblivion of morning sunshine and hills of soft green grass fill me with this great sadness that I crave so deeply. It is sweet and embracing and like taking a dip in a pool on a hot summer’s day. It’s like coming up for fresh air. It’s like staring out at a city I yearn to know, in awe of the dawn’s sun warming the cold winter morning with a cup of coffee in my hand and a lover to the side of me. It’s when I am in a coffee shop and all I can smell is the smell of coffee that demands to be smelled. It’s feeling the warmth of the coffee cup as I stare out at beautiful people and the beautiful morning. The simple hustle and bustle of everyday life. It’s like being in a library or bookstore, surrounded by millions of books and I feel exactly where I need to be and things just CLICK. It’s when everything is like it is in the movies and music videos and it’s all a perfect cliché. It’s everything. It’s so wild, yet it is my only calm. It feels like home, and winter, and sweet kisses of sadness, and morning sunlight, and the smell and taste of coffee that insists to be smelled and tasted. It’s that feeling that is the feeling that I feel when I feel most alive. It’s the feeling that I love to feel.
—  meliorismistic // problems.
By Chance

Bucky Barnes X Reader

A/N: This is for @bucky-plums-barnes 8K follower writing challenge. Congrats, love!

Thanks to @sanjariti for looking this over so I didn’t embarrass myself.

Words: 1124

Prompt: “Who are you?”

Warnings:  fluff still isn’t my strong suit, there is actually 1 dialogue in this i am the worst

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anonymous asked:

Hello ^^ Is it cool if I request Todoroki's s/o being jealous of Momo? Like she finds them in a compromising/suggestive/completely accidental situation and she just like... leaves? She's d o n e. Because she's constantly hearing how those two should've ended up together? Angst that ends up with fluff! Thank you very very much!:3

Dear God, someone stop me because my immense love for Todoroki makes my writing go out of control XD. Another Todoroki imagine that ended up much longer than it should have.


Slight spoilers for the End-of-Term Test Arc of the manga.

TODOROKI:

You loved Todoroki, you really did. But you couldn’t help but feel insecure sometimes. He was strong, smart, and attractive, which made him very popular, especially among the female population. You adored him, but you weren’t sure if you were actually worthy of being called his girlfriend. You weren’t terrible, but you didn’t think you were particularly pretty or smart. Not like… like her.

Yaoyorozu was a dear friend of yours, and you cared about her deeply. She was serious but unimaginably kind and was always willing to help you. She was part of the reason you and Todoroki had gotten together in the first place! The second you told her of your feelings for him, she had immediately done everything in her power to help you two, and you were so incredibly grateful to her for that, but… you just couldn’t stop the terrible feelings that arose within you when you saw her with Todoroki.

They just seemed destined to be together! They sat next to each other in class, and they were always paired together for training exercises. You also knew that Todoroki had been the one to vote for her when the class was deciding who would be class rep. They held each other in such high esteem that you weren’t sure how you could possibly compare.

When you went out with some of your classmates, you could always feel the stares, hear the whispers. Strangers would see Todoroki and Yaoyorozu walking side-by-side and talk about what a beautiful couple they made. And when you looked at them, you could see it too. Their gorgeous features, long legs, and confident posture made quite the picture and never failed to make you feel unsuitable.

The words of your classmates didn’t help either. They never said anything to you directly, but you knew what they said when they thought you weren’t listening.

“Yaoyorozu and Todoroki look good together, don’t they?”

“Don’t say that! You know Todoroki-kun is dating (Y/N)-chan!”

“I didn’t mean anything bad by it! It’s just that sometimes it looks like Yaoyorozu and Todoroki are the ones dating instead of Todoroki and (L/N).”

You know they didn’t mean any harm, but it still hurt.

You discreetly glanced over while talking with Mina. Even now, the two were standing in the back of the class, chatting with each other. You bit your lip in an attempt to quell the jealousy that was threatening to overwhelm you.

In the midst of their conversation, Yaoyorozu was using her hands to emphasize her words and took a slight step back. She didn’t notice the desk was so close behind her, and her ankle rammed into its leg, causing her to fall back. With his quick reflexes, Todoroki reached out to stop her and her hands instinctively gripped onto his shirt, but it was far too late, and the two went crashing down.

The entire class turned at the sudden noise and eyes widened at the sight. Todoroki had fallen on top of Yaoyorozu, his hand cradling the back of her head to protect her from injury. Their chests were pressed against each other, their long legs tangled together, and their faces were mere centimeters apart.

Catcalls and laughter filled the room.

“Way to go, Yao-momo! You’ve really got Todoroki falling for you!” Kaminari cheered, laughing hysterically.

Sero joined in with a grin. “The two recommended students of Class 1-A, not bad. Quite the power couple.”

You couldn’t take it any more. You stood abruptly, making your chair clatter loudly onto the ground and causing everyone to go silent. With tears welling up in your eyes, you bolted to the door, sliding it open and running out.

“(Y/N)!” Todoroki called out as he lifted himself up. He held out a hand to help Yaoyorozu up as well, quickly asking if she was alright. She glanced worriedly at the doorway you had just left through and after she nodded, Todoroki began to chase after you, making sure to throw a withering glare at Sero and Kaminari on the way out.

The door slammed shut harshly and silence fell over the room once again. Jirou stomped up behind Sero and Kaminari to whack them both upside the heads. “Idiots!”


You were having trouble breathing, violent sobs racking your body as you ran. Finally, you reached your destination and threw the door open to step out onto the rooftop. Sometimes you liked to come up here with Todoroki to get a breath of fresh air. Other times you came up alone when you were stressed or needed to clear your head. You sat down, leaning your back against the fence that surrounded the roof. You pulled your knees up, burying your face in them as you wailed, tears endlessly streaming down your cheeks.

You weren’t good enough for him. You knew it. Hell, everyone knew it! But that certainly didn’t make it hurt any less.

The door slammed open, and you jolted your head up to find heterochromatic eyes staring back at you. You scrambled to get up and began to flee once more, but a warm hand caught your wrist and you were spun around, running into Todoroki’s chest. You used your free hand to try to push him away, but he grabbed that one as well, his grip tightening as you struggled against him.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N), stop! Tell me what’s wrong!”

“Let me go!”

“No, not until you tell me. We’re dating, aren’t we? If something is making you upset, we need to talk about it. That’s how a relationship works!”

“Well, maybe you should be dating Momo-chan then!”

Surprise and a bit of hurt flashed through his eyes. “What? Why would you even say something like that?”

Guilt filled you when you saw that you had caused him pain. “Because…! Because everyone thinks you should be dating her instead!” you yelled, breaking down.

“What are you talking about?”

“Our classmates, random people on the street, they all think that Momo-chan suits you better! That you two would be just perfect for each other! You’re both strong and beautiful, and I’m just…” Another sob left your lips. “…not… I’m not good enough for you. I’m no-mph!”

Todoroki pulled you close, hands gripping tightly onto your wrists and pressed his lips against yours. You were surprised. He was not one for PDA and kisses were fairly rare, always done strictly in private, and even then, not very often. Your struggling died down, but your tears didn’t stop. When he deemed that you wouldn’t run away, he released your wrists and laid one hand on your back and the other behind your head to deepen the kiss, pressing against you as close as he possibly could. Finally, when you two were growing desperate for air, he pulled back from the kiss, doing so slowly as if he was cherishing every moment that he was touching you. He still remained close to you and kept his arms around you, staring seriously into your eyes. “It’s not Yaoyorozu. It’s never been Yaoyorozu. It’s always you.”

“Shouto…”

He shook his head. “No, you need to let me talk.” You swallowed the words you had been about to say and nodded. He took a deep breath before continuing. “It’s always been you,” he repeated softly. “No one else. I didn’t choose to go out with you on some whim; I chose you because I thought that you were someone that I wanted to have by my side. Who cares what our classmates think, who cares what anyone else thinks?! This is between us. I know I’m not good at being upfront about my emotions or knowing how others are feeling, and I’m sorry for that. I’m sorry for not realizing what you were going through. But you need to tell me these things. Don’t just bottle it inside and hide it away because I know firsthand that it doesn’t make anything better.” You bit your lip, aware of just how painful his childhood was and how he never had anyone he could open up to. He moved his hand to cup your cheek, thumb swiping at the trail that your tears had left. “(Y/N)… I love you.”

Those words hit you hard. It wasn’t the first time you two had said it to each other. You’ve said it before in sweet tones or with playful laughter, but the seriousness of how he said it just now shook you and you began to cry again. You threw your arms around his neck. “I love you too! I do! I-I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” And you leaned up to kiss him once more, heart becoming lighter and lighter by the second.


A class period passed and the door to Class 1-A slid open, and everyone held their breath. They then let out a sigh of immense relief when the two of you stepped in together, hands entwined. Yaoyorozu ran up to you, expression showing concern and guilt.

“(Y/N)-san! I’m truly sorry! I really wasn’t trying t-” You lifted a hand to stop her, smiling at her.

“No, I’m sorry. I overreacted. You have nothing to apologize for, Momo-chan.” She put a hand over her heart in relief and took a step forward to wrap her arms around you in a hug which you returned happily. When the two of you separated, Jirou and Mina shoved Sero and Kaminari to the front.

“I-uh…” Kaminari scratched the back of his head, glancing guiltily at your red eyes. “Look, (L/N), we’re sorry. We really didn’t mean it. We were just messing around.”

You shook your head. “I told you, it’s fine. You don’t have to be sorry.”

“We still feel bad though. But really, you shouldn’t be upset. We joke around a lot about Todoroki and Yaoyorozu since they’re the two recommended students and always end up partners in exercises. But we all know that you’re the one for him.” Sero grinned, jabbing a thumb in Todoroki’s direction. “No one else can make Todoroki smile like that in public after all.”

You turned to your boyfriend, finding a soft smile curving his lips before he quickly returned to his neutral expression at Sero’s words. He sighed, taking your hand again and bringing you over to your desk. He sneaked a kiss on the back of your hand in a way no one could see it, giving you another small smile before returning to his own seat.

You blushed at his actions then turned to face forward when the teacher entered to begin class. You opened your textbook, gripping the sides tightly as you tried to keep from grinning. Todoroki really was the sweetest boyfriend ever.

A Far Away Infinity

This is a longer chapter. I couldn’t find a way to break it up, so happy reading! Also don’t hate me and just trust.  Enjoy and let me know what you think! Also also, I wanted to get this up quickly, so I edited fast and there might be spelling errors (as per usual) sorry (:

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Part 3 // Broken Shards and Torn Hearts //

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Soft midnight sighs, and a tender “I love you and goodnight, tomorrow will be a better day, so long as I wake up to you.” Sleep induced snores and the sound of rain against the windowsill, won’t you come here and hold me for a little while longer? We’re only counting the days until together means something a bit less temporary and a bit more permanent. Won’t you take my heart’s sincerest melodies composed of hopeful metaphors? You descended from dragons didn’t you? Maybe that’s why I keep wishing for rain it simply means I’m wishing for you. So when the sun comes up I’ll draw you my first thoughts of you– a breath of fresh air when my lungs forget what it means to breathe. You’re my favorite type of song; piano keys my fingers don’t know how to play, and poetry my hands don’t know how to write. Maybe nothing is what it seems. We’re just wishing on dead balls of light we call stars. We’re just reading words written by dead poets. I’m just kind of caught up on you. If anything exists then nothing can be anything, and if nothing can be anything, then something can be everything. I’ve seen lightning strike the same spot twice, somewhere on an island and we’re in too deep. I’ve seen love kill a man and longing destroy a woman, let’s not repeat the mistakes of Romeo and Juliet. Let’s fall far from their lanes, if we read dead men poetry, then let’s breathe life into our own. Some words I’d like to write onto your skin, while you’re awake or asleep. These days the blues are much more colorful, I’m not always sad and when I’m happy you’re still around, proof that fire can be warm if kept from a distance. So if we burn when we’re together, smother my lungs with your ash and smoke. My goodbyes to you always stuck in my throat, I hate goodbyes more than tales of forever and always. So say I’ll see you soon, I’ll talk to you later. I won’t be long, this won’t take forever. If this is death then let’s make it pretty. If this is life then let’s make it art. If this is love then let’s turn it into a poem, somewhere that I can call home, somewhere inside of your hands, somewhere past the home run, somewhere close to misery, but subtle torture to be next to you. I can love and I can feel that these things do exist. Someone to miss, someone to kiss, someone to understand– someone that you don’t have to think about to know that they’re thinking about you. Someone that exists in a realm of fantasy, these are my thoughts about you. Is it love? Who can tell, I’ll say my I love you’s. I’ll put my time in, I’ll figure out if you’re real of fiction. You love to paint, right? I’ll grab a star and write its truths onto the softest parts of your skin, some words cut us deep, I want those words too. Tell me words that’ll make me regret not finding you sooner, tell me words that’ll make me feel like this is it. Tell me the things I’d share with the sky when it can’t tell the difference between beginnings and endings, tell me the words my soul needs to hear, tell me the words that my heart beats to. Tell me what’s on your mind, what’s in your heart, who did you used to love and what can I do to avoid that entirely? If this is real, if this is raw, if this is gentle, if this is tender, if this is nothing into something, if this is something into everything, tell me how to love you, tell me how to keep you, tell me how you want to be wanted, tell me how you need to be needed, tell me how you’ve slept many nights just to wake up into a dream that doesn’t require more rest, tell me about the time you almost had a home, but then as always, something went wrong. This isn’t one of those things, this is one of these things– if I can use art as an excuse to keep you around, I will. Your skin belongs to the innocent parts of the earth, I’d like to know the parts of you that you’ve yet to discover. They say we know more about space than we know about our very own ocean, you can be the solar system that still needs to be seen from a telescope built from my bones, you can be the darkest secret of the ocean as long as you share it with me, you can be the worst thing that has ever happened to man with that smile and I’d still want to know why you look at me like that, you can be the best thing that has ever happened to flowers and that’s something I’d never want to change. If this is love, if this is everything– please tell me how to love you until it no longer hurts to dwell, please sleep into my memories, whisper your sweet nothings into my ear, let the words echo into my emptiness. If this is love, then teach me how to melt from my side of the volcano into your torn down fragments– if this is real, if this is fantasy, if this is a nightmare, if this is a dream, if this is you, the real you. Can I just dance with you to every classical song known to man? If this is truly what you want, if you’re in love with me, if this is it– every mountain range finally hearing the screams of lost souls that have lost everything, if this is it– can you just paint my lonely blues into the sweetest reds that even roses can’t withstand? I don’t want this to be another sometimes I love you, I want this to be I never had a doubt. I want you to be my something into everything.
—  My something into everything

Today on the show, Terry is talking with Ty Burr, the film critic for The Boston Globe and author of the new book Gods Like Us: On Movie Stardom and Modern Fame. Burr talks about the star-making machine of early Hollywood and so as a little prep-reading, I thought I’d highlight this great piece from The Hairpin about Theda Bara by Anne Helen Petersen that really gets to the strange heart of the Hollywood image factory.

“Scandals of Classic Hollywood: The Most Wicked Face of Theda Bara”:

This image was unlike any publicity concoction we’ve ever seen. Sure, Hollywood regularly erased stars’ histories, but rarely as boldly, and with such little concern for credibility, as it did with Bara’s. Fox didn’t just give Bara a new name or a new ethnicity, it made her a creature of the underworld. Sure, part of this was just good, old-fashioned publicity playfulness, with the majority of the American public in on the joke. But part of it — namely, the conflation of ethnicity with sexuality and “otherness” — was a manifestation of the Western obsession with “Orientalism,” sometimes known as “white people fetishizing Eastern cultures to reaffirm their own whiteness.” Her success, in other words, was part of a large-scale desire to look at otherness while simultaneously disavowing it in oneself — a complicated psychic process not unlike that of watching most reality television.

Grey’s Anatomy — Season 2  {Sentence Starters}

  • “Stop being petty.“
  • “Hey… you almost died today.”
  • “The fact is, lying is a necessity.“
  • “That does not look comfortable.“
  • “Here’s the thing… I like your rack.”
  • “Ugh, I’m going to throw up again.”
  • “Actually, I’m having a big problem.“
  • “So, have you made a decision, yet?”
  • “You realize this constitutes hugging?“
  • “Happy. We’re supposed to be happy.“
  • “Are you alright? Can I get you anything?“
  • “There are no solutions, no easy answers.“
  • “And I have a lot to teach, if you want to learn.“
  • “I know you’ve been going through a bad time.“
  • “You could talk, you know. I mean, if you need to.”
  • “I’ve earned the right to be seen. To be respected.“
  • “Actually, I prefer to be called ruler of all that is evil.“
  • “You know, you are going to forgive me eventually, right?“
  • “You can’t do this. You don’t have the right… not anymore.”
  • “Too much of anything, even love, is not always a good thing.“
  • “No matter how hard you fight it, you fall. And it’s scary as hell.“
  • “We lie to ourselves because the truth… the truth freaking hurts.“
  • “And all that perfection, all that beautiful control, just falls to crap.“
  • “Let’s play a game of whose life sucks the most. I’ll win. I always win.“
  • “I mean, there was a time when you thought of me as your best friend.”
  • “What’s the one thing you’ve always dreamed of doing before you die?”
  • “We’re almost there. Nice and easy, ready? Alright, let’s go. Nice and slow.“
  • “I hear everything. I know everything. I’m watching each and every one of you.”
  • “Okay, so, sometimes even the best of us make rash decisions. Bad decisions.“
  • “There was a time where I thought you were the love of my life. Things change.“
  • “God, what is wrong with you? Why do you have to be so… what is wrong with you?“
  • “Sometimes, despite all your best choices and all your best intentions fate wins anyway.”
  • “You were like coming up for fresh air. It’s like I was drowning and you saved me. That’s all I know.”
  • “Okay, let me get this straight. You don’t just celebrate Christmas, you actually believe in Santa Claus?“
  • “You know when you don’t have sex for a while, you sorta forget how good it is… and you don’t really need it as much?”
  • “We deny that we’re tired, we deny that we’re scared, we deny how badly we want to succeed. And most importantly, we deny that we’re in denial.“
Loving him was Red. Burning Red.

Prompt: Soulmate AU. Both you and your soulmate are born color blind until you meet each other.

Pairing: Reader x Jason Todd/Red Hood

Warning: Angst, tragedy, death, blood.

Author’s note: I’m secretly the biggest Taylor Swift fan ever so I casually slipped in some lyrics. But not enough to consider this a songfic. Sorry, not sorry that this fic is so long. I thought about making this a two-part series but changed my mind at the last minute. Needless to say, I may have gotten carried away. On a totally unrelated note, I’m from Canada so writing this fic felt extremely weird since we spell the words “color” and “gray” differently. That being said, get your tissue box ready and prepare to have your heart torn out of your chest in the most gruesome way imaginable.

The idea of having a soulmate has always been very abstract to you. Though the notion of soulmates has been explained to you time and time again, you never seemed to be able to grasp the concept.

Perhaps it’s because it’s merely impossible to describe color to a color-blind person. Since it’s literally impossible to imagine a color; when your parents and teachers told you about such an obscure concept you were unable to truly understand. Sure, the theory behind it all made sense. In your physics class, you had learned all about the different wavelengths. Heck, you had even gotten a perfect score on your exam!

Maybe your lack of comprehension regarding the matter derived from the fact that soulmates were extremely rare. Only select few were lucky enough to marry their soulmates. The odds were stacked against you. Even your physics teacher couldn’t see colors. The very person to teach you about the principles behind this spectacular phenomenon had never experienced it. Ergo, how could you possibly be expected to fully understand?

Despite your dearest efforts, having never known a life that wasn’t black, white and a million shades of gray, picturing the world in color simply couldn’t be done. You’d stay up late at night trying to visualize what it would be like to acquire this magnificent gift. Whenever you came across a lucky star or a birthday candle your wish would be to one day meet your soul mate. You dearly wanted to have that fairytale ending. All you ever dreamed about was to be the exception to the rule.

However, you never envisioned what the cruel universe had planned for you.

After graduating high school, you decided to move to Gotham city. Your parents weren’t in favor of their only child moving across the country to the crime capital of the world. However, you had been offered a full scholarship from the Gotham University in the program of your choosing. Your parents understood that this wasn’t an offer you could refuse. It was the opportunity of a lifetime.

You moved over to the big city during summer break. You had found yourself a small apartment a few blocks away from campus and walking distance from the grocery store. It wasn’t anything fancy but it was all you needed.

That summer you began to experience something rather strange.

It all begun at the farmer’s market, one Sunday afternoon. You were out buying some fresh vegetables when you accidently bumped into a stranger in the crowd. Suddenly, you could’ve sworn that the tomato in your hand shifted from a dark gray color to a dull red for a split second. But in the blink of an eye, the tint had faded.

You weren’t sure what had just happened, you didn’t even realize that the somber blackish red pigment was a color. Since this was your very first time ever encountering it. You probably would’ve even known what to call the color had you been aware of its brief appearance.  

The next time you came upon this strange sensation was a few weeks later at the library. You were reading your favorite book in the back corner of the old establishment, to avoid getting disturbed. Coincidently, that very same day Jason found himself at the library reading the same book in the adjacent aisle. Neither one of you noticed the presence of the other, since the large book shelved divided you. But it was close enough for your senses to grow faintly stronger.

You didn’t notice the effects that Jason’s mere presence had on you until a few hours later. You were at a coffee shop when you abruptly saw something odd in the corner of your eye. You swiftly turned around and immediately noticed that the restaurant’s logo had unfamiliar tone. The logo that you were staring at was the same color as the tomato that you had held in your hands a few weeks prior. A red so dark it could’ve easily been mistaken for black. The only difference was that this time it lasted a few minutes which gave you time to inspect it closely.

There was no mistaken, you knew exactly what you had seen this time. Naturally, you began to ask yourself a million questions. “Is it really happening? Who is he? Where is he? When will our paths cross again? Will they ever cross again? Where will they cross? Is he also freaking out?” Your brain was racing at the speed of light. All this excitement and intrigue made it impossible for you to fall asleep. Your mind kept playing out various scenarios of your enchanting encounter with this mystery man. You couldn’t help but wonder how it would all unravel. The only thing that you knew with absolute certainty was that your knight in shining armor was in Gotham.

The following day, you went out with a few colleagues for some drinks after a long hard week.

Since it was Friday, yourself and your coworkers stayed at the bar until last call, having a few too many drinks. The bar was located a few blocks away from your apartment ergo, you decided to walk home to avoid having to pay for a cab.

On your way home, you opted for the shortcut. To avoid lurking around the small dark alley, you picked up your pace. But it was no use. Waiting for you in the shadows was a group of lowlifes ready to ambush their prey.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” said the first shadow, eyeing you like a predator about to pounce. “Scream and I’ll cut your throat, bitch.” He threatened.

You felt shivers running down your spine leaving you paralyzed. “P-p-p-please.” You whimpered in absolute terror.

“Relax baby doll, we won’t hurt you. I promise, it’s just a game. Don’t you want to play?” Added the second creep.

By the time you realized that you had made a terrible mistake, the thugs had you surrounded. It was too late to escape and you knew it.

“I would love to play.” Echoed a voice from a nearby rooftop. “But I’m warning you, you’re going to lose.”

In a matter of seconds, the men were disarmed and knocked out by the fabled Red Hood. “Are you alright?” The red hood questioned slowly approaching you. “I can escort you back home if you’d like.”

“I-I’m just shaken up.” You replied. “I’m [Y/N], thank you for saving me.”

“It’s what I do best.” Said the masked vigilante arrogantly. “Now how about we get you home safely?” he then proceeded to wrap his arm around your shoulder for comfort.

As soon as your bodies made contact, the pair of you were hit with a jolt of pure raw energy. It was exhilarating, like fireworks! You felt your soul being kissed by a hint of magic. Colors bursting left and right. Like a euphoric symphony. It was undeniably love at first sight. It felt like finally coming up for a breath of fresh air after being dragged underwater. Neither one of you could say a word. Yet, somehow you both knew exactly what the other was feeling. While the rest of the world was black and white, you were in screaming color.

The walk home was enchanting. The raging colors were overwhelming. Not to mention that against all odds you had met your soulmate. You were in a trance. It all felt like a dream, the most exquisite dream you would ever have. You never wanted to wake up. For a moment, everything was perfect.

When you finally reached your doorstep, the silence broke. “Would you like to come in?” You offered hopefully.

“Of course. I would be delighted. Please, lead the way”

You fumbled for your keys still a little bit drunk, “Got them!” unlocked the door and waltz in, “Welcome to my humble abode!” you exclaimed.

“Unfortunately, I won’t be able to stay very long, duty calls. But I promise that I will make it up to you darling. How about tomorrow at 8 O’clock? I’ll pick you up?” Before you could answer, your masked vigilante had disappeared into the shadows.

If it weren’t for the alcohol in your system you wouldn’t’ve been able to fall asleep. The events that had just occurred were allot to process. You were awakened by the sound of the doorbell. You rushed down in hopes of being reunited with the mystery man but instead found a large bouquet of red roses, a beautifully golden wrapped box topped with a red bow and a note on your doorstep.

You frantically ran out in your pajamas in hopes of seeing whoever sent you these gifts but didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary outside aside from a wave of lyrical colors. After giving up the hopeless chase, you walked back into your apartment with the gifts.

You set the box on the counter and put roses on the dining room table to be properly displayed. Afterward, you sat down and carefully opened the delicate envelope. Inside, read a note that said:

Remember, 8 pm sharp. –XOXO

A smile grew wide upon your face as you gently set the note down and delicately unwrapped the beautiful golden box with the red bow. Inside, laid a gorgeous red silk dress along with a second note that said:

Thought I’d help you pick out something nice to wear on our first date. –XOXO

“Who is this guy?” You thought to yourself.

The rest of your day was spent attempting to find the perfect shoes and getting your: nails, hair, and makeup done. You were about to go on the most important date of your life. Naturally, you desperately wanted everything to be perfect. The butterflies accumulated in your stomach caused by a fusion of anxiousness and nervousness made you feel sick.

But all those feeling vanished, the moment the doorbell rang and you opened the door revealing a handsome blue-eyed gentleman. “Good evening Miss. [Y/L/N], you look stunning.”

“Good evening …”

“Todd, Jason Todd. But all my friends call me Jay.”

“Good evening Jay,” you say while blushing, “It’s so nice to finally meet the man behind the mask.”

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

Jason then kindly escorts you to the limousine awaiting you at the end of your driveway. About 15 minutes later you arrived at your destination. An elegant restaurant located just outside the city lines.

Having recently moved to Gotham and not being familiar with Bruce Wayne’s long list of adopted kids you can’t help but ask Jason the most ridiculous question. “Did the Red Hood rob a bank in order to afford all these luxurious surprises?”

Jason chuckled and replied, “No, I’m Bruce Wayne’s adopted son. My father owns this restaurant along with numerous other small companies all operating under Wayne Enterprises.”

As the night progressed you feel more and more in love with this perfect stranger as you grew to know him better. He told you everything about himself. He told you about his family growing up followed by his adventures while living in the streets of Gotham. Then he told the stories about later being adopted by Bruce Wayne, taking over the robin mantle only to be brutally murdered by the Joker and resurrected by a madman. Jason even opened up about his rough time settling after being revived and his new-found alias. Despite having numerous questions, you simply listened to every word. You wanted to capture this moment. You wanted to remember all these wonderful yet tragic stories for years to come. You wanted to assure Jason that you would be there for him from now on. You wanted Jason to know that nothing bad would ever happen again because you’d be there this time by his side. You wanted to ensure him that he would never be alone again.

After dinner, he proposed yet another activity. “I know the perfect place but we have to hurry if we don’t want to miss it.”

Roughly five minutes later, you hoped out of the limousine and thanked Alfred once more. When you turned around your jaw dropped leaving you speechless. Jason had brought you to the most beautiful spot in the world. Just outside of the city was this lovely isolated piece of land. it was perfect. You could smell the fresh air, feel the gentle blades of grass brushing up against your legs, hear the birds singing a poetic melody and see mother nature’s majestic reflection in the still water.

That evening you witnessed your very first sunset. It was captivating. The way the colors danced together in the sky was mesmerizing. You were undeniably in love. Watching the sunset with Jason spontaneously became your favorite thing in the world. It felt like all your problems were lifted. Time stood still and all was quiet. No matter how terribly life in the big city treated Jason and yourself, when you would escape to this paradise you felt nothing but peace.

Jason and yourself would take a trip here every single day to watch the seemingly infinite horizon take away pain and replace it with pure ecstasy. Together, you would admire the flares of reds, oranges, pinks and yellows harmoniously waltz in the heavens.

Alas, Tragedy struck.

Without a warning, fate intervened and robbed you of you most prized procession. It mercilessly stole your one and only source of happiness. Fate was like a ruthless wind. A cruel cold blooded murderer. A violent storm, a force of nature not to be reckoned with. It barged in uninvited and left behind nothing but soul crushing agony.

One stormy night, while you were at home sleeping you heard your bedroom window crack open. However, this didn’t startle you, Jason routinely entered your apartment through the window after patrol. Thus, you didn’t open your eyes and stayed in bed to avoid being up for the remainder of the night. But this time was different. Jason’s body fumbled through the small crack and collapsed on your bedroom’s floor.

A loud thump woke you up from your semi-conscious state. “JASON!” you cried out.  “What in God’s name happened?” you inquired running over to his lifeless body. As soon as you reached him you immediately check his vital signs. Jason’s pulse was weak and his breath was shallow. “D-Don’t worry, everything will be okay. I-I’ll make everything better. J-just stay with me, Jay. Keep your eyes on me.” You frantically said.

“[Y/N], I love you.” Comforted Jason while gently whipping the tears streaming down your face simultaneously leaving an auburn streak on your cheek.

“No, no, no. Stay with me, baby. Don’t you dare leave me like this. I’m not ready to lose you, Jay. I love you.” You cried out while struggling to acquire help. Instinctively you began applying pressure to Jason’s gunshot wounds. But it was no use. A pool of blood had already formed itself. And Jason’s limp arm abruptly hit the ground splashing your face with blood.

Just like that, you knew. You knew he was gone. The love of your life had abandoned you. The thick crimson liquid stained the cold hardwood floor. The vermilion warm fluid ran down your arms. Jason’s blood left a scarlet trace all over both of your clothes. Red. Red was the very last color you would ever see. It burned itself into your mind. From that moment to the end of eternity you would be scared by the devil’s color.

It was ironic how red had once been your favorite color. Not only was it the first color you had ever scene. But it was Jason’s color. That entrancing ruby red used to remind you of the tomato from the farmer’s market, the logo from the coffee shop, the dress you wore on your first date and the roses that Jason had surprised you with. Cherry red, the color that once symbolized love had now become the color of demise.

A few hours later, when the sun rose you came to the terrible realization that you would never be able to go back to your special spot with Jason. The place where you could see the fire burning in the atmosphere. This broke your already shattered heart. Knowing that the sun would keep on rising and setting day in and day out but you would not be capable of admiring it was devastating.

Becoming color blind made you realize just how real everything was. That this wasn’t just some sort of nightmare. That Jason was gone forever. That you would never see your soulmate ever again. That Jason’s comforting voice was nothing more than a memory that would fade away with time. That his comforting touch wouldn’t be felt when you craved his warm embrace. That the smell of old books, leather, gunpowder, cigarettes and aged scotch would slowly vanish from the apartment you shared.

After Jason’s death, the world not only became black, white and a million shades of gray but it became somber. Your world became darker than ever. It was as if someone had turned the lights off.

Summer Nights & Broken Hearts.

Authors Note: I don’t really have anything to say about this. I guess the only warning is that it has to do with a heartbreak between the characters. Xx.



The only thing that seemed to ease the anguish inside you was the soothing sound of the rain and the strong attachment of alcohol on the edge of your lips. 

There is no telling where things went horribly wrong, where the words became nothing but insignificant words sliding from the mouth of a liar. He was never meant to become one of them. He fell into a world surrounded by people that condone the actions of distasteful distortions. 

He decorated a picture perfect canvas, complete with all the things you wanted to observe, brilliant streaks of colours— so pure and notable.


The sound of a presence at the door distracts you from your sincere stare of the wall and the alcohol in your hands. You disregard the knocks, wanting to be left alone to self-loath on your own, you don’t require company. All you need is the hard liquor and the peacefulness of the rain creating a sympathy dancing across the roof, and gliding down the windows— windows that will soon resemble the same watered streaks as your cheeks. 

The knocking unsettles you, seeming to never fade into the distance as you do your best to ignore it and the voice from behind the door. 

You give in, trailing to the door and opening it, his copper-colored eyes staring at you as you feel your body falling into it his gaze. You see his lying mouth begin to move, your instincts pushing on the door to close it, but his hand stops you mid process.

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Remember ages ago, you and I had a really big fight…and I told you, I said, ‘You’re like coming up for fresh air. Like I was drowning and you saved me.’ I still feel that way. When I see you, what we have, our family. That’s the feeling. It’s you. It’s always been you. And I want more. Of this, of us. Of… Ugh — I wanna have more. Let’s have more.
—  Derek Shepherd (Grey’s Anatomy)
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do you see what happens? i say things like that, and you fight the urge to run in the opposite direction. it’s okay. i understand. i didn’t, but now i do. i do… you’re just getting started. and i’ve been doing this for a long time. deep down…you’re still an intern. and you’re not ready. 

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3 for hunk

Here you go! Pretty sure this is my second Hunk one, I’ll have to check. Also I tried to make this as fluffy as I could but adding a bit of conflict but I didn’t want near dearth conflict because I didn’t want my son to be in pain so here have an AU. Also (R/n) is Random Name bcos it’s basically yr s/o lol

Being invited somewhere you don’t want to be sucked. Especially when you kind of wanted to go, just didn’t like the person there.

This person, who should be very important in your life, always treated you like gum.

Yes, they’d call you babe occasionally, but only to get something they wanted for themselves, including you.

You stayed on your phone, sitting on their couch, texting in a group chat of your best friends.

You:
You guys, send help, I’m so bored and I’m done with R/n.
5:04pm

Lance:
lol just leave. me and pidge are chillin at five guys.
5:04pm

Pidge:
y/n why do you hang with R/n? I thought you two split up last month?
5:05pm

You:
Yeah I tried but R/n wouldn’t listen to me.
5:06pm

Hunk:
Y/n, text me.
5:07pm

You exited the group chat, opening up a new one to text Hunk, asking him what’s up.

Hunk:
Do you want me to come pick you up? Just tell them you’re going to get some fresh air or something.
5:09pm

You:
Yes please do! When I get in the car I’ll call R/n and end it officially because I’m honestly sick of it.
5:09pm

Hunk?
5:10pm

Hunk:
Could you be happy, here, with me?
5:11pm

You:
Oh
5:11pm

Of course Hunk
5:11pm

That’s a weird question, is something up?
5:12pm

Hunk:
I’ll talk to you in the car.
5:14pm

Hunk ended up parking a few houses down, so when you told R/n that you needed some fresh air, you escaped through the door and ran as fast as you could, opening the passenger side car door to the black Jeep.

“Hey, what’d you wanna talk ab-?” You buckled, turning your head toward Hunk.

You had no time to react. Hunks large hands grabbed the sides of your face as he kissed you.

When the two of you pulled back, you stared.

You began laughing, covering your face with your hands and absolutely losing it.

“Oh my gosh.” You were speechless, your vocabulary remained only ‘oh’, and ‘my’, and ‘gosh’.

Hunk grinned, starting the car and driving off with you beside him. He listened as you called R/n and officially ended it, and then listened as you told Hunk to drive to Five Guys.

Dylan Larkin #3.5

Here is the conclusion to our favorite angsty story! Not angsty at all!!

Please read parts 1, 2, 3, and 4 first. Enjoy! :)

Word count: 1, 065

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You put your hand out to push him back but your traitor fingers gripped his shirt tightly instead. Holy fuckamole – your tongue is inside Dylan Larkin’s mouth! And you like it! The world, surely, is ending.

Dylan, being the gentleman that he never was around you, moved his hands until one was tightly pulling you into him, his fingers grazing your inner thigh, while the other hand was gently cradling the base of your neck. You have to admit, though, you feel very safe right now. A train running at full speed can hit you and you’d still think his overly-huge muscles are going to keep you alive.

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